Psilocybin silly when the cops arrive. Sitting on the couch naked, laughter, aching jaws. They ask where my wallet is? I ask, where are my pants? Even they laugh. I can't say mushrooms are all bad. They are the catalysts that brought me back to the hospital to deal with the real killer... *****.
True Story. I recently did an open mic via zoom at the writer's workshop in Iowa City. Here's a link. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKnpk9OMWXg&t=25s